The music is too loud, you can't hear the clock Conductor is missing and no one misses hum Band of politicians, lawyers and false prophets No one reads notes, yet everyone wants to lead So you think you can dance? Said, hooded axeman to the king Monarch nods, the wheel turns Head rolls through the ballroom Dancers stumble, lose the rhythm Dogs play with blood stained crown Fool looks noble in king's cloak Cooks and crooks fight for the throne It's still warm Herr Fritzl invited his kids and their kids They stay in shadow and sip champagne Agoraphobic and somewhat pale Telling bad jokes to relaxed Natascha Rwandese waiters serve cold snacks Nothing for vegans, it's all bones and blood The night is bright as the world burns Or is it Theodore and his pyro toys Elderly women hunt for soldier boys Soldiers hunt for civilians, it's always fun Getting hard to breathe, it's either smoke or gas Master of ceremony smiles behind the mask